Sixty-Five

August 17, 1957 was a bit of a scary, but exciting day for my parents. I was two weeks early. My dad only had a bicycle to take my mom to the clinic I was born at, a small place in Nueva Helvecia, Uruguay. He was right there, all in, assisting the labor nurse. I was born with the cord around my neck and quite blue, but on that day I breathed my first, and have seen God's continued hand on my life through every season. 

By this time I've learned that the seasons are short, so we need to pray through the hard and savor the good in each. Don't rush. The only thing that lasts forever is God's Word, His faithfulness and His abiding love! I have no idea how I'd manage life without knowing this.

So very grateful for His care from the moment I was born until the moment He calls me home.